En.Citatepedia^®.ro

Sister Jane

WHEN Sister Jane, who had produced a child,
In prayer and penance all her hours beguiled
Her sister-nuns around the lattice pressed;
On which the abbess thus her flock addressed:
Live like our sister Jane, and bid adieu
To worldly cares:--have better things in view.

YES, they replied, we sage like her shall be,
When we with love have equally been free.

poem by La Fontaine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

My sister dont

My sister please dont cry
My sister dry your eyes
My sister don't end your life
My sister your not his wife
My sister he's cold as a snake
My sister he's just a fake
My sister everything will be better when you wake
My sister Ive seen the pills you take
My sister he's full of lies
My sister don't even try
My sister your the one everyone likes
My sister don't start a fight
My sister it ends tonight
My sister I need you, don't end your life

poem by Jackrabbit Krjs
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

My Sister my sister

My sister holds me tight
My sister kisses me goodnight
My sister knows when I’m mad
My sister helps me when I’m sad
My sister is so smart
My sister has my heart
My sister loves me lots
My sister ties the knots
My sister is here to stay
My sister I have until this very day
My sister I wish you well
My sister yes I can tell
My sister asked if I lied
My sister knows if I’ve cried
My sister has moved away
My sister is in my heart to and will always stay

poem by Emilie Jackson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

For My Little Sister

My little sister
Janeth likes
To be with me,
And she smiled
For me each time
Admire her ten
Year old smile,
She said I'm special
And I think she
Is too.
But our fate is
Different so I left
Jane to search
For a better life.
Now I miss Jane so
Much after so many
Years abroad.
But I wish Jane dont,
Cry for me, cause i know
I don't deserve her tears
Some day I kno, very soon,
I will come home to Jane
And say to her:
Please my dear sister
Forgive me
For I know i shouldn't have
Left like that,
And now, I've realised
Money and wealth
Cannot compare to you

poem by Efe Benjamin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Dear sister

Sister is
Not only

Sister...
MY

Truley girl friend...
Sister

Not only sister...
My child's...

Teacher....
Also my child hood

Teacher...
With a loving servent...
Playing partner...

Sister is
Not only sister...
Guide + Advoicer

With my life...
Sister not only

A sister
My dear mom

A youthFull mom...!
Sister not only

Sister...
My dear and dear...

Of family V.i.P
At one of

My life heart...
Dear my dear

Sister...
Your sister's
how are you...?

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

My sister My sister

My sister my sister,
Is not the best.
My sister my sister,
Oh give it a rest.

My sister my sister,
Stop with the drama.
My sister my sister,
Dumb as a llama.

My sister my sister,
I'm not supposed to see.
My sister my sister,
Dumb as can be.

poem by McKenzie Bellen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Sister Sister

Sister Sister

My sister is funny
she likes to eat money

I can't wait till she goes to school
she might have a lot of work to do

I will have to teach her how to spell
I never want to be in hell

My Sister is a tease
She is always making me freeze

She is so great
I do believe in fate

I am only seven
But I know all about heaven

My sister is almost two
I will have to teach her to tie her shoes

My sister I love to death
She is sometimes a mess

My sister i will never forget
She needs to learn not to hit

SISTER SISTER
I love you so
Thank you for being my sister
I will miss you so

poem by Sierra Breeland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

My Perfect Sister

MY PERFECT SISTER
My perfect sister holds me tight
My perfect sister kisses me goodnight
My perfect sister knows when I’m mad
My perfect sister helps me when I’m sad
My perfect sister is so smart
My perfect sister has my heart
My perfect sister is good and nice
My perfect sister holds me at night
My perfect sister loves me lots
My perfect sister ties the knot
My perfect sister is here to stay
My perfect sister I have until this very day
My perfect sister I wish you well
My perfect sister yes I can tell
My perfect sister asked if I lied
My perfect sister knows if I’ve cried
My perfect sister has moved away
->My perfect sister is in my heart to and will always stay

poem by Megan Sandifer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

You're a Sister, My Sister

To my sister Julia, who will do great things...

We never had planned this
We never tried.
You're a siter, my sister,
And I still ask why.

All the fighting and noise
And pulling hair;
You're a sister, my sister,
And it's just not fair.

We're sisters, and sometimes
I regret it.
Yet because of you, I'll
Never forget it!

BUT...

Through our ups and downs
This much is true:
You're a sister, my sister,
And I still love you.

poem by Mary Cieslak
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Sisters

A sister is someone who leads you when you are having a problem.
A sister makes you laugh and cry.
A sister is someone who likes to fight with you.
A sister is the one who stands with you in all your ups and downs.
A sister makes you remember who you really are.
A sister sometimes makes you cry when they are very sad.
A sister is someone who is always there for you through all the laughter and tears.
A sister is real.
A sister never will pretend.
A sister is someone like you whom I treasure everyday in my heart.

poem by Kayla Fraser
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Baby Sister.

I have heard people grumble
'I wish I had a sister so humble'
with whom I can share everything
My shoes, my clothes and my earing
A sister who helped me during my projects
A sister whom I always needed for consent
A sister fights with me endlessly
Yet who helps me selflessly
A sister with whom I share all my thoughts
without thinking I should tell her or not
A sister who helps sharing my chores
A sister who sometimes acts too stubborn
A sister whom I boss over
A sister who understands my every fear
A sister who wants me to shop
And when I tease her she begins to hop
Love you dear sister for always being there
I promise for you I'll always be there :)

poem by Henal Jasani
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Sister Poem

A sister is someone leads and helps you when you have a problem. A sister makes you laugh. A sisiter makes you cry. A sister is someone you fight with. When things go wrong between us.A sister makes you remember who you are.A sister makes you cry when she is sad.A sister is real. A sister is who you want her to be. I then save place in my everyday in my heart. written 8/28/08 Posted 12/10/08 Deciated to my sister Helena

poem by Susie Sunshine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

You Are my Sister (Kastidi)

You are my sister
untill the very end
You are my sister
you are my best friend

You are my sister
you cheer me up when i feel blue
You are my sister
forever you'll be true

You are my sister
the loving and supporting one
You are my sister
and the one i will always love

poem by Isabel Robles
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

My Little Sister X

my little sister, is the best sister you could ever wish for
my little sister holds me tight at night
my little sister kisses me goodnight
my little sister knows when i'm getting mad
my little sister knows how to me happy when sad
my little sister is a star xx

poem by Dannielle Farrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Ayesha

Thank you, sister,
for being there
And letting me know
you will always care.

Thank you, sister
for loving me so
you helped me find
where I wanted to go.

Thank you, sister
when times got bad
you stood by me
as no one had.

Thank you, sister
for being my friend
I will love you until
the very end.

And I thank you, sister
like I have before.
But this time, sister
it means so much more.

poem by Mahfooz Ali
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Woman I Call Sister

The woman I call sister
Is someone who is there
The woman I call sister
Is someone who always cares.

The woman I call sister
Can make me smile when times are blue
The woman I call sister
Is someone very true.

The woman I call sister
By choice, is my best of friend
The woman I call sister
Will be there till the end

The woman I call sister
Is the blessing from God above
The woman I call sister
Is the sister that I'll always love.

poem by Marissa Gertmenian
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Sister, Sister

Sister, sister where are you?
Since you left I've been so blue.
Are you someplace, someplace near?
Are you someplace better than here?

Here is where things move along
sometimes right and sometimes wrong.
Makes me happy you don't see
so mush woe and misery.

Sister, sister where are you?
What I envision, what I view
are fields of flowers and butterflies
surrounding you before my eyes.

Here my eyes must look upon
everything that's going on.
Some of it so hard to bear
and as I age it seems unfair.

Sister, sister where are you?
In my dreams and waking too,
my family is my life for now
and I think you know all this somehow.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Queen Jane Approximately

Now when your mother sends back all your invitations
And your father to your sister he explains
That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now the flower lady wants back what she has have lent you
And the smell of her roses does not remain
When all your children start to resent you
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned
Have all died in battle or in vain
And you find yourself sick of all this repetition
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when all of your advisers heave their plastic
At your feet to convince you of your pain
Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to
All throw down their bandannas and complain
Maybe you want somebody you don't have to speak to
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

song performed by by Grateful Dead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Sisters Love

My sister is always there,
When I'm hurt she cares,
When I'm hurt she’s ready to catch the tears,
When I'm sick she’s the laughing cure,
She does the most craziest things,
she dances and sings,
That's my sister for you,
And I love her too,
I can deny she's my sister,
When she's gone i miss her,
She's never going away,
She always has something to say,
That's why she's my sister,
An I lover too,
She's like my best friend,
Till I Die Till The End,

poem by Emily Wimetal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Sister's cake

I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,
Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;
Nay, I'll admit it were most fit that, worn by social cares,
She'd crave a change from parlor life to that below the stairs,
And that, eschewing needlework and music, she should take
Herself to the substantial art of manufacturing cake.

At breakfast, then, it would befall that Sister Jane would say:
"Mother, if you have got the things, I'll make some cake to-day!"
Poor mother'd cast a timid glance at father, like as not--
For father hinted sister's cooking cost a frightful lot--
But neither she nor he presumed to signify dissent,
Accepting it for gospel truth that what she wanted went!

No matter what the rest of 'em might chance to have in hand,
The whole machinery of the house came to a sudden stand;
The pots were hustled off the stove, the fire built up anew,
With every damper set just so to heat the oven through;
The kitchen-table was relieved of everything, to make
That ample space which Jane required when she compounded cake.

And, oh! the bustling here and there, the flying to and fro;
The click of forks that whipped the eggs to lather white as snow--
And what a wealth of sugar melted swiftly out of sight--
And butter? Mother said such waste would ruin father, quite!
But Sister Jane preserved a mien no pleading could confound
As she utilized the raisins and the citron by the pound.

Oh, hours of chaos, tumult, heat, vexatious din, and whirl!
Of deep humiliation for the sullen hired-girl;
Of grief for mother, hating to see things wasted so,
And of fortune for that little boy who pined to taste that dough!
It looked so sweet and yellow--sure, to taste it were no sin--
But, oh! how sister scolded if he stuck his finger in!

The chances were as ten to one, before the job was through,
That sister'd think of something else she'd great deal rather do!
So, then, she'd softly steal away, as Arabs in the night,
Leaving the girl and ma to finish up as best they might;
These tactics (artful Sister Jane) enabled her to take
Or shift the credit or the blame of that too-treacherous cake!

And yet, unhappy is the man who has no Sister Jane--
For he who has no sister seems to me to live in vain.
I never had a sister--may be that is why today
I'm wizened and dyspeptic, instead of blithe and gay;
A boy who's only forty should be full of romp and mirth,
But I (because I'm sisterless) am the oldest man on earth!

Had I a little sister--oh, how happy I should be!
I'd never let her cast her eyes on any chap but me;
I'd love her and I'd cherish her for better and for worse--
I'd buy her gowns and bonnets, and sing her praise in verse;
And--yes, what's more and vastly more--I tell you what I'd do:
I'd let her make her wondrous cake, and I would eat it, too!

I have a high opinion of the sisters, as you see--
Another fellow's sister is so very dear to me!
I love to work anear her when she's making over frocks,
When she patches little trousers or darns prosaic socks;
But I draw the line at one thing--yes, I don my hat and take
A three hours' walk when she is moved to try her hand at cake!

poem by Eugene Field
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Summer Time Love

I’m sorry, you’re not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with your sister

Do you recall when we barbecued at the beach,
Your sister was wearing a swimsuit, she’s so beautiful.
Your sister’s got that angel effect, it can’t be helped
I’m falling to her, I’m losing restrain

I’m sorry, you’re not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with your sister

Do you remember when we were at the theater,
Your sister was sitting next to me, she’s so entertaining
Your sister’s got the sunshine effect, it’s so scenic
I can’t get her off my mind, I’m addicted

I’m sorry, you’re not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with your sister

Do you remember when I drove your sister to school,
Your sister was in my arms for the first time, she’s so captivating
Your sister and I took off, we didn’t get back till the next day
I’ve fallen for her, I lost all ideals

I’m sorry, you’re not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with your sister

Do you remember when I vacationed with your sister,
Your sister was in love with me for the first time, she’s so perfect
Your sister’s got the marry me girl effect, it can’t be rejected
I’m chained to her now, I’m impassive

I know it might’ve been a waste, everything that I aimed for
I’m in love with your sister and It doesn’t matter anymore,
I don’t know how to confess this to you, I don’t care
Can’t you see that you’re just not the girl for me?

It might seem like a temporary fantasy
I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with your sister

poem by Aiden Florence
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!